Sergey kisses me like I belong to him, and worst of it, I like it. I like how demanding his mouth is, and the way he grips me like he’d fall apart if I were ever taken from him.
There’s almost a power in that. Knowing I could have him this tense with need.
For a moment, my mind runs with that fact, wondering how I could use that to my advantage.
But it vanishes the moment he presses his lips harder against mine, humming lowly into my mouth. My stomach flutters at the rush of sensations that move through me as he grips my thighs, letting his fingers brush along my skin. They slip beneath the dress, exploring higher.
Warmth courses through my system, and my senses heighten. Hyper aware of his every touch, I find myself anticipating more. Wanting him to push the boundary further.
Those warning bells in my head are drowned out by the streak of pure want in my chest, and the need to explore that kind of connection.
I’ve spent so long trying to deny the urges I’ve had to touch and to feel him completely, to ignore how easily he gets under my skin. But now, it seems useless. The walls I’ve put up around myself are crumbling, and every brush of his palms over my thighs only works to tear them down faster.
His touch is almost reverent in a way I never expected from him, and it’s so addicting.
God help me, I want him just as badly.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me,” Sergey murmurs against my lips in between kisses, groaning softly.
My breath hitches the moment his mouth moves down to my neck, my body betraying me by leaning into him and seeking out more of his warmth and affection. I pant quietly while his open-mouthed kisses seem hellbent on claiming me entirely, and the low, almost growl of approval from his chest weakens my legs and brings an incredible sensitivity over me.
Everything about it feels so reckless. So raw and full of need that I’ve never been compelled by before.
But with Sergey, I can’t shake it. It feels like I have to dive in headfirst, and I need to quell all of my curiosities and needs.
The subtle pressure of his thigh against the apex of my thighs makes me shudder, and before I can stop myself, my hips edge forward, hoping for more of those sparks of pleasure.
It shoots through me, pulling a breathless moan from my lips.
Immediately, Sergey groans again and pulls me against him harder while nipping at my pulse point.
“Fucking hell, Kat…”
My eyes flutter as he surrounds me, making my head swim with the overwhelming smell of his cologne. His presence completely against me.
Regardless of how compelled I am by every jolt and wave of absolute desire, something in me hesitates when his fingers brush against the outer hem of my panties, pumping the brakes immediately.
Sergey is almost being piloted by his desire alone, and he’ll do anything to get it.
But he doesn’t know that I’m inexperienced. That I’ve never let a man be so intimately intertwined with me.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve never surrendered to such a carnal urge before.
And while I want it, something clicks into place again.
Like a wave of cold water crashing over me, it hits me hard, and that clarity tears through the haze.
What the hell am I doing?
Snapping out of my daze, I push him back just hard enough to put some distance between us. With my palms against his chest, the warmth of his body makes me think twice, but I force myself to hold out, even if the absence of his mouth on mine stirs up a reluctance in me.
Sergey’s eyes meet mine with his pupils blown and chest heaving. For a moment, it looks like he doesn’t understand whatjust happened, or the fact that I’ve put a stop to the moment. It seems like he’s seconds away from pulling me back in.
Trying to catch my breath, I shake my head and pull my hands back. “I…I can’t.”
Sergey doesn’t speak. He doesn’t utter a single word. Instead, his lips part like he means to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, he nods subtly, barely, but it’s there.
His acceptance is clear enough, if I can even really call it that. More than anything, he seems almost shocked, or maybe just dazed like I was.
